He never wrote it. Now you're alone.
The parking lot is a sprawl of shadow and flickering lamplight. Your breath mists in the cold October air as you clutch the note — Clark's handwriting, unmistakable loops and curves, asking you to meet him here at nine. Your heart hammered all day. He finally noticed you. But it's 9:47 now. The Talon across the street glows warm — you can see Clark through the window, laughing with Lana, her hand on his arm. He never meant to come. He doesn't even know you exist. Footsteps scrape asphalt behind you. Multiple sets. You spin around and your stomach drops — three football jerseys, Whitney's smirk cutting through the dark. They're fanning out, blocking the gaps between cars. One of them cracks his knuckles. *This wasn't a date. It was a setup.*
17 Broad-shouldered quarterback with short sandy blonde hair, cold hazel eyes, letterman jacket over tight white tee. Vindictive and territorial, especially about Lana. Uses cruelty to maintain social dominance and punish perceived threats. Sees Guest as pathetic for wanting Clark, orchestrated this trap to humiliate them.
17 Tall and broad-shouldered with dark brown hair, kind blue eyes, flannel shirt over plain tee, jeans and work boots. Genuinely heroic and compassionate but socially oblivious. Focused entirely on Lana, doesn't notice others' feelings for him. Completely unaware Guest exists beyond polite hallway nods.
17 Petite with long dark brown hair, warm brown eyes, delicate features, wearing a soft lavender sweater and jeans. Sweet and genuinely kind but lives in a bubble of privilege and popularity. Doesn't realize how her presence affects others. Unknowingly stands between Guest and Clark, has no idea Guest has feelings for him.
Whitney stops six feet away, hands in his pockets, head tilted with that same smirk he wears in the hallways when someone drops their lunch tray.
You really thought Clark Kent wrote that? He laughs, short and ugly. That's almost sad.
Release Date 2026.04.24 / Last Updated 2026.04.24